Monday, February 19, 2007
"You will never get out of here!" the GoS guy yelled. "Never! You will live here!" 2 hours later as I walked out I was tempted to go smile and wave goodbye. But, I'm a humanitarian.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
1) How does it work exactly?
Wikipedia's pit latrine entry:
Tearfund's own publications:
And more...with drawings of how to use:
2) Doesn't it...ummm...splatter?
Well, yes, and no. After about a week you develop a certain amount more control over bodily functions that you wouldn't normally think twice about. Aim is an especially key skill to hone. You also develop an ability to squat for an extended period of time. So much so, that, after awhile, you begin to think that squating is actually a very comfortable way to spend your time.
3) How do disabled people use it?
To be perfectly frank, there are far fewer disabled people in Sudan than you would think. I have seen disabled adults but never disabled children. I think that it's almost impossible for them to survive. The amount of resilience I've seen among disabled adults is inspiring. They just make do and I suppose they do this in regard to the latrine as well and, if there's enough money in the family, they can build a seat over the latrine for the person.
Well, I'm glad we had this little chat. Hope that you've learned something new and enlightening here. Feel free to write in with other enquiries anytime and you most likely will not get a response because I won't have access to the internet.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Not Waving But DrowningStevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
(If you haven't noticed I'm enjoying having good internet access for a couple of days. Don't expect such rampant posting to continue...)
Editor's Note: Go Plan B! Go Plan B!
Disaster threat hangs over Chad
US Officials Condemn Mistreatment of Aid Workers By Sudanese Authorities in Darfur
Chad rebels attack border town, gov't blames http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=worldNews&storyID=2007-02-01T175945Z_01_L01873778_RTRUKOC_0_US-CHAD-REBELS.xml&WTmodLoc=IntNewsHome_C2_worldNews-6 Sudan
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
• NEW: Up to 20 inches of snow forecast for Ohio
• NEW: Ohio girl killed by falling tree limb
• NEW: Federal workers in D.C. sent home earlhy
• NEW: More than 900 flights canceled at Chicago airport
Aaaaah! I just went outside to take a picture so I can show you all what it's like in Darfur today. (Please note, I would be wearing a tank top as it's 82 degrees but I don't enjoy being stoned.) There are very few times that I would rather be here than there...but this is definitely one of them.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Kelsey: ‘How many freakin’ sinks do you need?’
Paul: ‘It’s not us…it was IOM.’
Kelsey: ‘Well, why don’t you give us one.’
Paul: ‘What’s in it for us?’
Kelsey: ‘Alleviating your troubled conscience for over-consumption of scarce
Katie: ‘How about cake?’
We got the sink that is now proudly installed under our thorn tree. No more crossing the compound to wash your hands in the water tank in the middle of the night. No more brushing your teeth from a spigot two feet off the ground. It’s made an immeasurable impact in our standard of living.
So, you can imagine my reaction when Paul called a week later to ask if we wanted a toilet. What could I say? A toilet! No more pit latrine! A real, live, porcelain toilet! I said some words of wisdom that I’d like to now pass on to you. Words to live by – jot them down, quote me if you’d like. I said, ‘Never pass up a free toilet.’
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
So, yesterday got some bad news. I can’t get an exit visa. This would not be a bit deal except that I’m supposed to be at a good friend’s wedding in
You think I exaggerate, but no. I think they have it in for me personally. I contemplated immolating myself on the steps of the Presidential palace in protest of the whole ‘exit visa’ system but am afraid the powers-that-be are so daft (and uncaring) that they might not take the hint. Instead, I have decided to lobby for any foreign intervention force or plan that involves the destruction of both the presidential palace and the ministry of interior. Do you hear me people! The time for quibbling is past – now is the time for action. Can I get an amen?
So, until my plan is carried out, I’ll be here in Geneina spending my evening staring out at the Chadian border and watching the armies come out to play. I can’t even return to Nyala. I can’t go to